Single Track Mind
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Delivery Boys

Coming to you by way of the algorithm. I fucking hate when the machine gets it right.

This track sounds and feels like the New York that I miss. Mostly because I’m old now and can’t spend Thursday nights getting hammered and crawling into work on Friday clinging to life. Things are different when hangovers last three days.

One song per day. Two hundred words or less.